Night Rains

Soft piano strokes
Tender falling rain
Sweet fragrant rose
The numbing of my pain.
Blood stinging eyes
Soft whispered prayers
Salt tasting tears
That no one ever hears.
Short days faded
Restless time standing still
Matters not the season
Matters not my will.
Lonely nights no sleeping
Unspoken questions remain
Need for love not found
or last as it would seem.
Faith keeps going
Hope will not let go
Soon he'll come no matter
Just another day.
How long is the wait?
Sunshine do come out
Lonely soul don't give up
Love please don't be too late.

© 2015 Alicia Wilson

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